Oblivious // Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Gossip Gaunt: Ep. 1

Gossip Gaunt: 1

Thursday, November 12th, 1891

Sixth year looks like it'll be a hectic year. At least from what I've seen.

Ha ha.

Many assume I'm not aware of what goes on inside this wretched school. I pity them, for they could not be more wrong. Although I may not see what happens, I certainly hear it. And I have many sources too. It pays off to be a Salazar Slytherin descendant.

Merlin, how I wished people could hear my thoughts on all that happens at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, I doubt many people would like to hear about my undying hatred for Duncan Hobhouse. For now, my gossip can stay within my little diary. I'd die if anyone got their hands on this book. Could you imagine a little first-year reading all my thoughts from my diary? Merlin, I'd Avada Kedavra myself on the spot.

First things first: Professors. Moon and Kogawa appear to have been getting quite friendly this year. It's rumored that they've been snogging late at night in the faculty tower. Several prefects have caught them in the middle of their acts. Never would've pegged them as people who peg in public. Ha ha.

Garlick's also been rumored to courting a witch in Hogsmeade. My money's on Madam Snelling, because from what I hear from Amit, her hair is always flawless. Then again, he's desperately in love with the poor professor.

Something even more intriguing is the new arrival. The new professor for Magical Theory seems fine, but I do get a strange energy from him. I wasn't expecting a replacement for Fig so quickly. It isn't exactly very common for people to jump at an opportunity to teach Magical Theory, so it was rather strange to see it with Fernsby. I never would've predicted it.

Another new heartthrob is something else I didn't predict.

Everett Clopton. Some call him a pest, and rightfully so, but others call him a catch. And he seems to have his eyes on a certain someone—Y/N L/N—who doesn't reciprocate the feelings whatsoever. Still caught up with Sebastian, I presume, but she's far too preoccupied with the tournament to bat an eye over adolescent boys. At least that's the façade she's been putting on. Me personally? I believe she's torn.

My theory was confirmed after Sebastian told me about his visit to her in the hospital wing. She's undecided about Garreth, who she apparently kissed the night before her tournament. Sebastian was heartbroken over it, and I don't think I've ever seen him so upset over a girl. As a matter of fact, I've never seen him at all.

Ha ha. Alright, enough with the sight jokes. My Imelda's been rubbing off on me.

But Sebastian did come back that night awfully cheerful. I asked him what happened, and the imbecile said "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell." What an arse, that boy.

I can't say I don't agree with that statement. Imelda and I have recently been meeting with each other in Hogsmeade for regular outings. I'd write more about it, but in the wise words of my dear friend Sebastian Sallow, a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell.

And apparently, everyone goes by that rule too. Someone mentioned to me that Anne and Poppy each kissed someone, but nobody would tell me who it was that they've kissed. And when I asked Anne about it, she became particularly elusive over the subject. I decided not to press any longer, but I'm hoping Imelda has the inside scoop. I'll have to ask her about it on our outing tonight.

I'll have to occupy myself with finding out more about the next trial for the tournament. I promised Y/N that I'd exploit my Salazar Slytherin relations to get something out of Professor Black, who practically kisses the floor I walk on in fear that he'll upset my father.

Something I do know about the next trial is that it involves working with a partner. But not just any partner. An enemy—according to Black, who I met with yesterday. The objective is to see if the champion can work with someone they don't get along with. I already know that Everett's going to get stuck with poor Zenobia, and Eric with Constance Dagworth, his on-and-off courtship.

That's all that's worth mentioning as of now. I'll write more if I see anything important.

Ha ha. I'm just as bad as Sebastian.

- O. Gaunt.